Gutter Press

It's cold and wet here again. I walked down to coffee to meet the mates and got hijacked by another one on the way so it was a two coffee start to the morning - cold motors need a lot of choke. On the way I saw this newspaper, soaked through, languishing in the gutter among some leaves which had washed down hill in a rain shower. It's our national paper I think and it wound up where it deserves to be.